Quiet America

The forgettable, peaceful life, unencumbered with social responsibility, free from dogma and moral restraints, selfish but surrounded only by loved ones.

Give me that imaginary life.

A life with enduring prosperity, a smorgasbord of options, the primary burden of which is infinite variety in a finite existence.

I want to learn how to waste my learning.

Give me that traditional role, those wife and kids, those grade school social shenanigans, the repeating circles, those thoughtless conversations on weather, lawncare, headlines, and vacations.

I want to pull the weeds and wave to the neighbors.

Let’s push our grocery carts down the aisle, load up on ready-made comfort, recline on our scotchguarded cushions and lose ourselves in other people’s imaginations, brought to you in part by these paying sponsors.